Misty Has Tears In Her Eyes
There is little to no reason for her to do so. Except:
It really just hit me what happened a few days ago with my dad. And just how lucky I am. I might joke around and complain about him (and the frequency with which he calls), but I love him, so much. If my dad died... I would die. This is the second time this has happened. And the second time I haven't been home for it. The first time I never found out... what happened, not until years later. I found out the other kid had most likely died, but my dad never tried to find out. How would you feel if your eighteen wheeler virtually walked over a teenager in his car? And this time my dad was almost that teenager, because it was another eighteen wheeler that plowed into the side of his due to a blown tire... my dad's truck crossed the median, jackknifed, and slid into oncoming traffic. I have never been more thankful that he is a night driver and "traffic" is an over-exaggeration. He is uninjured. And it is not just a small miracle...
Neither instance has been my father's fault, but just thinking about the possibility of this happening again and the severity of what could happen to him... makes me sick.
I guess those tears are justified.
I love you Dad.
It really just hit me what happened a few days ago with my dad. And just how lucky I am. I might joke around and complain about him (and the frequency with which he calls), but I love him, so much. If my dad died... I would die. This is the second time this has happened. And the second time I haven't been home for it. The first time I never found out... what happened, not until years later. I found out the other kid had most likely died, but my dad never tried to find out. How would you feel if your eighteen wheeler virtually walked over a teenager in his car? And this time my dad was almost that teenager, because it was another eighteen wheeler that plowed into the side of his due to a blown tire... my dad's truck crossed the median, jackknifed, and slid into oncoming traffic. I have never been more thankful that he is a night driver and "traffic" is an over-exaggeration. He is uninjured. And it is not just a small miracle...
Neither instance has been my father's fault, but just thinking about the possibility of this happening again and the severity of what could happen to him... makes me sick.
I guess those tears are justified.
I love you Dad.